"Girl, do you know how to get to Lingyin Temple?"
Song Yi saw a wooden stick stretched out under the bamboo hat, touching his hand, and a clear female voice said: "Come with me."
A wooden stick, one behind the other, a relationship.
No matter how the world changes, what remains unchanged is the sincere heart under the red plum blossoms and white snow.
"Li Yun, I love you."
For the sake of his brother, Li Yun had no choice but to put on official uniform and walk into Dali Temple.
For the sake of the palace, Song Yi had to take off his armor and look for Bing Ji.
Riding horses through the streets, keeping our fingers together.